The Potpourri of Emotions

4. BLACK & WHITE

4. BLACK & WHITE From her anticipative breaths,

Down to her fingers that tremble nervously,

Eyes that refuse to look anywhere else,

Her parted lips silently imploring to be filled by mine,

My fingertips trace the contour of her body,

Teasing,

Stroking gently,

Her receptivity is amusing.

Like a piano,

Each inch that I touch,

Each spot I kiss,

Begets a different reaction from her,

Sometimes a little tremble,

Or a moan,

Maybe just hungry for my next move,

Head thrown back in the throes of pleasure.

Intricacy and focus,

Stringing her along,

Making her dance to my tune is what I want to do,

A puppet master,

Keeping his creation light on her feet.

Black and white,

Gentle and rough,

They complement each other,

Switching back and forth,

Orchestrating the perfect symphony,

Filling the damp night with thirsty groans and ecstatic moans,

She’s the Don Giovanni and I’m her Mozart.

A tune that we’re in sync to,

I feel her heart pound faster against her chest,

Riding the beat,

The delicate strings of her heart that my fingers strum gently,

Her skirt being carried in the wind,

A composition of an addictive harmony in this dead twilight.

Tongues dancing together,

Matching beat for beat,

Choreographed by celestial divination itself,

A little Pas de bourree and an underpass as she holds on tighter,

My fingers delve in her untapped notes,

Unearthing melodies that were hidden from the light of the day.

Touching her in all the right places,

Voice getting louder,

Her screams ascending past different notes as she writhes in pleasure.

Pressing different keys,

She’s an instrument that only I’m trained to play best.

The tempo of the night keeps switching,

Her playful lips are all over me,

Heavy breath harmonizing well with my rapid heartbeat.

Elated cries,

Heavy panting,

Even the sweat falling over the hard wooden floor, it’s rhythmic,

The different intensity strokes,

Melodies created when our skins rub,

All which blend in to create the perfect magnum opus at the end of an inspired night.